• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 11

What We Know

Earth spins, we don't feel it
A flat disc conspiracy
a frisbee wheel into the bushes
children don't know that we know
hear their thoughts because they are our own
signet ring, house divided
mothers on the left fathers in the hole
the elderly sent to sea on ice floes
that don't exist anymore
so we use styrofoam
it doesn't melt, but they die anyway
Red moon, red jacket, red blood
coursing through veins
under the skin, under the signet ring
destiny is all we have, and it is nothing
atoms crashing together
craters on the moon
when we come to the end
it doesn't matter,
because nothing does.